Cancer

To all those who suffer from cancer or any terminal disease, I know how you feel, and I extend my hand to you. It's not always easy to keep hoping to see the next day, but to those who continue, thank you, for showing me the strength that I don't have.

I heard that you had died today And in my woe did I. But smile I had and said no thing To stop myself a lie.

The man who knocked upon the door Whose face was of a pig. And so I cried, and pulled my hair To show it was a wig.

I wept and cried upon the day For I know me no change. I cast my hopes and loveless tears For death’s within my range.

The cancer cells will grow with speed And eat me from inside. And so these tears I cry for you Are hers when I have died.

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